[Erotica] The Crow's Whore

She had admired him from afar for a long time. When she finally had the chance to engage him in conversation her admiration grew and so did her longing to be with him. She was disappointed that he seemed a little reticent to join her for dinner, and even more so when after eventually dining with her he didn’t seem as captivated by her as she was by him. She knew what had to be done though, it had been a long time since she yearned for a man’s attention in this way and she wasn’t about to let a little disinterest stop her from getting what she wanted.

There was much to prepare. She had very little time until the moon was at its most powerful, but between now and then she must collect a little of his essence to bring them together, before collecting her own treasure from its place of storage.

His part in the preparations was oddly a lot easier to achieve than her own, luckily he was still willing to partake in polite conversation with her, so while he may have been slightly perturbed by her closeness as she plucked a hair from his jumper. He didn’t demand she replace or notice as she popped it safely into a small container as she walked away from him. People were so very reckless with the parts of them they shed so frequently.

Her own treasure lay nestled in the heart of an old abandoned tree, long since incapable of bearing leaves its only adornment now were the crows that rested on its branches, their distant caws drawing her ever closer as she walked through the forest. Her cape pulled around her shoulders as she braved the winter chill, knowing that soon the frosty air would grip her flesh as she performed the most crucial part of inciting their union.

When she reached the tree the crows flocked to her side, they were her most devoted servants and she always found their reaction to her to be exceptionally empowering. Her hands delved into a crevice located in the centre of the tree and there they found the small locked box that contained the part of her she so often shunned until like now, she needed it once more.

She lay her cape on the ground and shed the rest of her clothes. Kneeling upon her cape before the large ancient tree her naked body shivered as the dark winter chill reached her bones and the light of the moon fell upon the scene around her. She spoke softly to the crows as they settled around and upon her, she has known them all so well and for so long, but they cannot be her focus now, he is all that matters, bringing his image into her mind she thinks only of him as she opens the box and gazes down at the beating, bloody pump that once lived within her chest.

Her eyes instinctively moved to the mark upon her pale skin, the dark, angry scars forming an X, marking the hollow cavity that she was about to fill. She tried not to think about how many times she had done this, she winced as unbidden her peer’s warnings echoed in her mind, once was risky, twice was asking for trouble, thrice was unthinkable, they would recoil in horror if they knew the true extent of how far she had taken this darkest of magic.

Amused by the way she embraced the stereotypes of her kind, she placed a small cauldron in front of her knees and emptied the required contents into it. Finally, when it was bubbling and smoking as required she tipped his hair into the mixture and watched as his face loomed before her, fashioned from the deep purple smoked that drifted up from the contents of the cauldron. Her voice was much deeper now as she channelled the magic within her, the crows had stopped their incessant cawing and they watched her, frozen as if they too recalled the warning she had never heeded.

When the moment came, she summoned icy hands into being and they held her arms firmly behind her, her head was thrown back with the force of their touch, as icy palms lifted her heart and thrust it into her chest. Her old scars burst open and did not seal shut as they should, skin flapped, as the hole in her chest gaped open, the thump, thump, thump of her heart visible as the crows began the cawing once more as they huddled around her watching as she slumped to the ground a dark slumber washing over her.

Eventually, she woke and she made fast work of sealing the open wound her spell had created. Knowing it would no longer seal with magic, she resorted to crude mortal methods and stapled her skin back together, the familiar X back in place, she dressed and hurried home to await her new companion. As she walked away from the crows cawed as they flew alongside her, they were frenzied and distressed as she stepped outside of the protective charm that kept livings things away from her tree and kept the crows confined in her absence.

The next morning she woke to a knock at her door, she was not surprised to find the object of her attention standing there, his eyes glazed as he stared at her, his voice laced with obvious confusion as he declared his desire for her. Her own eyes were drawn to the bulge in his trousers though and it was clear that the most important part of him was not confused. His certainty would come in time, soon he would adore her just as the rest had done and she was sure that this time, this one would not disappoint her.

She pulled him to her, freeing him from the confines of his clothes, pulling him to the bedroom as he muttered incoherently. She lay him down upon the bed and her hands raked across his body, her talon-like nails clawing at his flesh, her dark hair emitting an unearthly shine and when he groaned beneath her touch, desperate and aching, the cackle that fell from her mouth was closer to the cawing of her devoted crows than it was to any sound a woman usually makes.

When she disrobed he let out a small murmur of horror, she was used to this though. Dark magic had taken its toll on her body, his first taste of her though would bind him to her, then his uncertainty and disgust would wane and he would be hers forever.

His hard, throbbing cock twitched in her direction as he lay frozen to the spot, unable to do anything but stare at her. When she lowered herself to his mouth, her cunt desperate for his attention, his tongue seemed to leave his mouth of its own volition and when he tasted her, he registered only for a moment that whatever she was, it wasn’t something nature intended for her to be, and then he was lost to the world and to himself, as the magic she had used to bring him to her trickled into him and wove itself around every part of him that mattered. He moaned into her cunt, eager for more now, amazed that this beauty wanted him, his eyes open to his adoration for her. Yes, this was his Queen and he was certain it had always been this way, beneath her he was nothing and everything all at once.

When she lowered herself onto his cock she saw the change that had taken place within him reflected in his eyes as his hands now roamed her body, no longer focused on the patches of cursed necrosing flesh. Now he only wants to feel the curve of her breast and the firm weight of them as fell upon his mouth while his tongue flicked against her waiting nipple. He grips her arse as he does this, feeling it jiggle in his hands as she rides him. He doesn’t remember it ever feeling this good, he wants to explode inside her, he wants to watch his cum drip from her cunt, he wants to touch it, lick it, then fuck her again before she’s even had the chance to expel his last load.

She comes first though, falling hard and heavy against his chest as she does so, revelling in the warmth of his body that envelopes her as he wraps his arms around her. When she has caught her breath she lifts herself from his cock and wraps her long withered fingers around him, she watches in fascination as she moves her hand in a variety of movements against his shaft. His hips thrust when she goes slower, aching for her go faster, and when she goes faster his breathing seems fucked and his moans fall from his mouth one after another. It is explosive when he comes, his spunk landing in a myriad of places, including her, him and the bed. The power of this first union has exhausted him and he falls into a sleep deeper than any he has ever known.

She watches him intently as he sleeps, her hand instinctively moving to the mark upon her chest. She is sure she has chosen wisely this time, she would be so sad to have to bewitch him as she had done the others. Yes, they were devoted and truly smitten with her, but men who became crows were not as entertaining as men who remained men. She cawed with laughter once more, and her hair rippled from a breeze that was not there and forces darker than she moved to surround her, she would finally pay the price for the crows she had created.

I mentioned yesterday in my Sinful Sunday post that my image had been inspired by an idea I had for a story, well that idea was helped along the way by this week’s Masturbation Monday prompt.

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